for my faithful correspondent

I'm not quite back yet, but I am able to climb the stairs on my hands and knees—no easy feat!—and (finally!) get to my studio. That's where I got the background paper, did the painted white lines, cut up the red & blue & patterned paper, and found the "Peace" & "Brother" stickers in Sticker Bomb's alphabet book. The rest I did downstairs with a stencil, rub-on letters, letter stickers, and rubber stamps.. My poor beleaguered husband Bob had to do the scan and upload.

This is actually a Winter Solstice collage, 'cause I'm a pagan. I'm sending this postcard to just about the only person who mailed me anything during the many months I've been disabled. He sent brilliant collage postcards with delightful mini-essays on the backs, about three or four of them a week.... hence the title.

I'm still confined to a wheelchair for almost everything I do. I've been working hard for months to get to the point where I can stand up readily and take a few steps. I'm going to keep working hard until I can walk, drive, and get my life back. But my damaged legs are balky, so progress is two steps forward, one step back.

Happy Longest Night, y'all, and have a Cool Yule! =grin= At dawn tomorrow the sun will begin its annual return—yay!